Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.